Confessions Book Review Novels & Stories

“What was your purpose in spying and secretly filming her? If she hadn’t discovered it today, what were you planning to do with those recordings? Tell me!” Jane, hiding behind him, sobbed as she spoke. “Astrid, I really didn’t mean to ruin your family. I just couldn’t control myself, that’s why I made a mistake with Tony! I know you hate me, but you can’t spy on my life like this! Are you trying to harm my baby, or expose me as the other woman and ruin my life?” Hearing her words, Tony grew even angrier. I met his reddened eyes and said, “It wasn’t me. I didn’t do it.”

I tried to compose myself to text back, “I’m so sorry, Gabriel, hmm I was supposed to send it to Dan, please, I will delete the video and don’t tell Dan I accidentally sent it to you.” I turned around in the living room, trying to kill myself for the shame that had surrounded me, my heart was racing faster, and I bit my nails harder, pulling my hair as I waited for his response. “ You don’t have to bother deleting it, you look damn hot and sexy, you should wear, black lingeries more often.” He send back

“I want to tell you what kind of book it is. Not what the back cover says you’ve read that. What I think it actually is.” I looked at the room. “It’s a book about a man,” I said. “Specifically, a particular man his hands, his voice, the strong black tea he drank every morning for thirty years, the way he cried at my school graduation and didn’t pretend he hadn’t. The way he cooked on Saturday afternoons and believed, without sentimentality, that paying full attention to the small things was the substance of a life.” I paused. “It’s also a book about what happened to him. What was constructed and deployed against him by people who found him threatening and found it convenient to remove him. W

"It's also a sin to let sin win." Then she left. I stared at the closed door. For several minutes, I couldn't move. Don't let sin win. Maybe she had no idea how deeply those words would cut. I reached for my phone. There was one thing I could still control. My story. I opened the writing application. My book was still there. Capitulate Into Sinful Desires. I scrolled through the chapters. The story I had written secretly. The story everyone believed was fiction. But they didn't know. Every forbidden glance. Every kiss. Every mistake. Every secret. I had hidden pieces of myself inside those pages. I had been confessing without realizing that I was confessing.

18+ | Mature Content Not every desire is meant to be confessed. Some begin with a glance. Some with a secret. Some with a single decision that can never be taken back. Behind closed doors, people become the versions of themselves they hide from the world. A forbidden attraction between two people who should never cross the line. A secret affair that starts as a game and slowly becomes an obsession. A dangerous man who discovers the one woman capable of making him want something other than power. A harmless crush that turns into something neither of them can resist. There are bosses and employees. Professors and students. Lovers, strangers, friends, enemies—and people who

Louis suddenly called out, stopping me. He held out his hand to me, his tone condescending. "Hand over all the client files you have, as well as that multi-billion-dollar project you're currently working on. "These are company secrets. If you take them with you, it's illegal." I replied coldly, "All the files are on my computer. As for that collaborative project..." I looked down at the shredded documents on the floor and pointed at Flora. "She just tore it all to pieces." Hearing this, Flora immediately averted her eyes and leaned coyly into Louis's embrace, pouting.

“I- I-“ Holden stutters. My blood runs cold. (Bethany POV) I am the most disgusting, despicable waste of space slut ever. Not only did I cheat on Deac, but I then lied to his face; I couldn’t talk, so when he confronted me about the betrayal, I said the baby might not be his. This little thing inside me is most definitely his. Deacon was the only guy I ever slept with at that point; I never had sex with anyone else. I did other stuff, don’t get me wrong, but I never had sex with anyone else. I admit I was wrong. I was a slut. I couldn’t say no… I had/ have no respect for myself. I never have. Thanks to my childhood, I hate myself; I don’t think I’m worth anything. I let men see me as a sex o

"The victories matter, but so do the mistakes, the exhaustion, the moments when I almost gave up. If I only document triumphs, I'm creating false template that makes wolves who struggle feel like they're failing rather than experiencing normal difficulties." The book was releasing in two weeks, and I felt strange mix of pride and vulnerability about its imminent publication. I'd written everything—the desperate decision to disguise myself at the Academy, the terror of exposure, the grinding battles with Brennan's coalition, the exhaustion of being first, the evolution toward sustainable leadership. All of it documented with honesty that sometimes made me uncomfortable but felt necessary. "Ho

Heyo, I'm Chime Chininso. Thank you for taking the time to check out my book. You've made this author a happy Shadow is my first story and you are going to enjoy it. If you haven’t seen my other work “Confessions Of An Exorcist” please do. It’s worth the read. I’m gonna blow your mind. This work is completely an imaginative one. It would be best not to get offended by it. Any character in resemblance to actual person—living or deceased is a coincidence. Every character in this book is a product of the author’s imagination and hard work.

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.